Monday, March 23, 2009

Ben as the Hamburgler

I have to share because this is one of my biggest peeves in the Shelley-Ben relationship. Ben loves to grill. Now, he is all over the prep and cooking of pulled pork or ribs. And that’s where it ends. After an instance of grilling burgers early in our relationship while he still lived in Jackson…one where he was a little generous with the Dale’s, he hasn’t seasoned a burger since. When I bit into my burger and said it was salty, I was accused of being the same – salty. It wasn’t until the first bite of his burger, he agreed. It was kind of an unspoken – Shelley, from now on you can handle this part. I also handle the marinating of any steaks. I take more of the ‘less is more’ kind of approach. A capful of Dale’s (maybe less, sometimes none) and salt and pepper. Sometimes I’ll throw in a little butter at the end. I really just think the steak should be quality and stand on its own.

So last night, we grill burgers. I should start with a rundown of the day. We wake up and I say I want eggs for breakfast. Well, 15 minutes into the process, he says I need to go and shower because there’s no way I can be ready in less than an hour. Forgetting I had gotten ready in about 35 minutes the morning before. I blew it off, finished my breakfast, did some cleaning and then showered. We were not late for church. The rest of the day was me picking up around the house and Ben taking a lengthy nap. If you ask him, I’m the sleeper. Well, yesterday it was Ben that was napping.

So back to the burgers. (And I’m already in a mood). He gives me a lecture on burger preparation. Forgetting he hasn’t made a burger in probably five or six years. He tells me to make sure they are not to small for the bun. At this point, I’m laughing. I have made every single hamburger patty we’ve had for the last five years at home and now he’s giving me tips. I reminded him of this. Well, I made them and he cooked them. They were fine. I am, however, debating on giving him the opportunity to whip up some of those super-thick, super-saturated Dale’s burgers again…just as a not-so-pleasant reminder of his burger making abilities.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

33 Weeks

So, I’ve been asked a lot about how I’m feeling and looking these days. Well, let’s just say the feelings are all encompassing. I guess you could say my belly is too. At the doctor yesterday, everything was normal, they actually used the word perfect. I guess, despite my early battle with horrible morning sickness, this pregnancy has been pretty normal. I’m huge and can’t sleep and then there are the cankles, but I still have some energy. My weight has not ballooned, normal blood pressure, measurements look good. Well, you get the picture. Every time I go to the doctor’s office I prepare myself for them to tell me something is up. They haven’t yet. I’m still mentally preparing myself for them to really discuss a c-section, but praying that there aren’t any complications and I can have him ‘naturally.’ Now, by naturally I totally mean with an epidural.

And, as you can see from the glorious 33 week picture, I’m large. I think at this point there is a lot of fluid retention in my face and arms. I know it’s going to get worse, but I just hope it diminishes a couple of weeks after the little guy’s arrival.

We’re almost completely moved in to the house. We have a couple more pieces of furniture to buy and some stuff that needs to be recovered. I want to put curtains in the bedrooms. I am beginning to realize this is not going to happen before the baby gets here. Speaking of, still no baby furniture or baby bedding. I hit another mild panic mode this weekend and went and purchased some more gowns for when he gets home. I was just so worried that I would have to wash every day and put him in the same thing day after day. At this point, I could go maybe 3 days with washing. I’m fully prepared to do laundry every day, but I just don’t want to have to do a load of baby laundry every day.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Baby Fingernails

So, Ben's been out of town for the last three nights. I just knew for sure I would sleep better without him hogging the bed. Well, as it turns out, with Ben gone, Greyson is the bed hog. I got my usual sixteen inches of bed space. Greyson got the rest. And she is just too much of a drama queen when you try to move her.

Last night. Weird dream. Lately, all of the dreams I remember are so weird. Well, Ben (and most of his family) have the strangest fingernails. They are flat. I can't explain it. Just flat. Not that I would care in the slightest if our boy had flat fingernails, but last night in my dream it really concerned me. So somehow, I got the doctor to take him out for a bit and make sure they were 'normal' nails. They were, and I was relieved. He put him back in and told me he would see me in two weeks. Like I said, strange dream.

I think it is really starting to boil down to I want to know what our son is going to look like. I'm pretty sure Ben's mom is convinced he is going to look just like Ben and weigh in a nearly 10 lbs and 24 inches long at birth. But I look nothing like Ben. I guess we both have pretty large eyes and we're taller - but that's where similarities end. Hair - blonde or brown, curly or straight, fine or coarse. Eyes - blue or green. Skin - nearly translucent or not. The list goes on and on. I still don't know if they are going to do a third trimester ultrasound at my doctor's office in the next month. I am kind of hoping they do, but it would be nice to be totally suprised when he arrives.

Also, one of Ben's co-workers and his wife will be welcoming their baby boy into the world today. They were due the day after us, but Ben said the baby is not gaining any weight, so they are going to deliver him at 32 weeks. Please keep the three of them in your prayers.